om her father's study echoed in her mind like an endle

oom window, staring out at the city lights as dawn broke. Her heart ached-not just because of t

his warmth, his gentle dreams-they felt like sunlight compared to the cold, calculating world of her father's chosen groom

Her father sat with a stern face, newspaper in hand, while her stepm

the air, "you will be meeting Damian t

ciety. Wealthy. Influential. Handsome, according to the magazines. But

ly, hiding the t

-

n himself. His tall figure commanded attention, his tailored suit exuding power. His

d smoothly, offering

nly sound the hum of the c

riage, do you?" His voic

d, startled.

see it in your eyes. You think I'm the vil

er. "Then why agree to

afford. For men like me, marriage is business. But..." He turned back to her, his

as this man warning

ing their entrance. Every eye was on them, Lagos' newest power couple. But beneath the pol

he caught sight of a figure at the corner of the restaura

cold. She kn

ik